As the morning sun bathed the yard across from Altura Park, a lone, dried rose drew my attention. The petals seemed to glow in the golden light, capturing my imagination. This rose is my postcard for 02/10/23.
As the morning sun bathed the yard across from Altura Park, a lone, dried rose drew my attention. The petals seemed to glow in the golden light, capturing my imagination. This rose is my postcard for 02/10/23.